We have officially arrived!

London has officially been taken by storm by Branson or Bust. We landed at 7am local time after a nice red-eye flight on Virgin Atlantic (that's a plug, Mr. Branson). We hit the ground running, or some might say stalling a car out. Our rental car has been an adventure unto itself. It's a manual transmission and you're on the other side of the car driving on the other side of the road. It's like a double negative with potential tragedy around every corner. Plus I (Chet) couldn't figure out how to get the car into reverse for the first hour - which, by the way, makes a 3 point turn a little more challenging.

Car issues aside, it's been a great first day. On the plane we met a wonderful flight attendant (that's plug number 2 for those counting) who knows Richard Branson's personal assistant...we think. She took some "Branson or Bust" cards and said she'd forward the information on and post it at their headquarters -- so we have that going for us, which is nice.

On the ground, we hit Piccadilly Circus and asked around for Richard Branson. That has led us to a few phone calls, a trip to Buckingham Palace, and some interesting characters. We also now have 3 very different leads on where Branson lives -- either there are some misconceptions out there, or my man has several houses - we'll see.

Favorite moment had to be when Norm was asking some tour guides for permission to use their interview footage for later. After "Gordon" had introduced himself, Norm turned to the next guide:

Norm: "And how about this gentleman, what's your name?"
Guide: "Alison. I'm not a gentleman."

Nice. Building bridges one person at a time.

Headed out to the pub scene soon to see what connections we can find and people we can vaguely, or not so vaguely, insult. At least I won't be driving...